Page 219 of Yearn

I groaned, and my muscles trembled with exertion.

A minute later, I collapsed over her, my breaths shallow and ragged.

Our bodies slick with milk, cum, and sweat.

Her lovely body was growing our child.

Another life.

Another heartbeat that would fill this mansion.

I’m so damned happy. I’ll never let anything threaten our joy.

I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching my heart’s rhythm.

“Good Mommy.”

“No.” She shivered. “Good Boy.”

“Mmmm.”

As our combined panting slowly subsided, the reality of our passion-drenched bodies began to seep in and an unexpected trigger emerged.

That craving returned.

It surged within me.

Gnawing at my insides.

Tugging at my consciousness.

I found myself obsessively yearning for the taste of her milk again.

In fact, my body ached for it.

I need more.

As if driven by some subconscious force, I found myself inching towards her breasts again. I watched as her nipples hardened under my gaze, another droplet of milk surfacing and hanging precariously at the tip, teasing my parched lips.

Teyonah watched me and she chuckled. “Are you planning on going for seconds, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

She blinked. “Oh. Seriously?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Wow.” She chuckled softly, cupping her breast and nudging it towards me. “Here you go, baby.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” Fast, I latched onto her nipple, and the delightful taste of her milk flooded my mouth.

I stayed there like that for a long time, breathing her in and drinking from her breast.

She ran her fingers through my hair.

For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to be fully satisfied on a cellular level.

My eyes burned. Not from arousal—from something deeper. More emotional. Perhaps, gratitude so overwhelming it felt like grief. Relief so complete it felt like coming home after decades of being lost.